I Now See

I Now See
The smoke gets in your eyes
as its early morning
waiting for tea
as wifey sleeps
Or
Moms not awake
and
They forbid you to tea make

So with your hands you shake
as puffs you blow

I see in the distant
the sea tides upturn
and
Your inner chest does smoke burn
perhaps cigarettes are a gift
God given
when coffee can be served in lieu
but bitter truth can be mistaken
heaven sent this poets salaams
as urchins close in
Begging alms